No Eyelids


As he doesn't allow a conversation, but

much rather vainly babbles like a big baby,

finds nonexistent flaws in fits of egotism,

and as he screams delirious distemper,

tantrums in an idiotic manner of intensity,

preaching profanity, and a very dull, stupid

limited perspective, absolutely arrogant,

demeaning people with a careless shrug,

intellectual remarks paralyzing his soul,

he will die despairingly never to learn even

what decency means, nor even a speck

of the lovely sacrament of communion,

which will inevitably bring him to dark hell.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a mere character evaluation,

the poetry version of what doctors and nurses

do with patients in the psyche ward.

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